Body Combat and the Hot Water Bottle

I finally made it to the exercise class at the YMCA that I had been talking about. Body Combat. I never have been much for gym type classes. My ADD kicks in at about half way and it is all I can do to follow the steps. Of course taking Body Combat was even harder because I was having so much trouble taking it seriously. I have never done martial arts and I am horrifically out of shape. Add to that my outfit scenario and I was giggling inside the entire time. I wore one of Lee's t-shirts (Flogging Molly t-shirt) and a pair of exercise pants that are khaki with paint stains from my last project. Most of the women in the class were in some sort of work out short and a tank top so I felt rather bulky. The instructor of course had on her fighting gear including the fingerless combat gloves. I think I need some of those.

The class was fine. I survived. Next time (if there is one) I will bring my water bottle. Today is Sunday, I took the class on Friday. I am still sore. My arms and shoulders are so stiff it is difficult to put my shirt on. So I guess I need to go back and do it again. I met a friend from the kids' school who I have known for a long time. She and her family practice martial arts but she does this class for exercise. It was nice that she kept inviting me even though I did not seem very interested. Her invite made me finally get there which at this stage in my brain is the majority of the battle. The start, the get there, the just do it.

I am working this weekend so the kids have been under Nana's authority. Liam spent the night with our good friends and his buddy on Friday night and stayed Saturday with them as well. Hazel went to a "lock-in" at a local Church with a group of friends and had a very late but fun night doing things like body Velcro and running around like crazy. She took a nap and did some deal shopping on Saturday with Nana. They were at the house last night when I got home and we all got to talk to Lee in skype while he sat in Ireland waiting for his next flight to Kuwait. He seems grounded and rather calm. His humour is in full form and he has been great about texting me and keeping my up on where he is in the travel to the Middle East. I received a text early this morning that he has landed in Kuwait.

Our home has single pane windows and it is really cold at night right now. Getting into bed is an issue. My feet are cold, my sheets are cold, my bedroom is cold and there are little doggie pee stains on my white carpet that irritate me and won't come out. I can't do anything about the pee pee dog stains just yet so I have a new habit of sitting in a hot bath before I get into bed. Next, I fill my hot water bottle and put it in my sheets. When I get in it is a little warmer and I put my little dog on the top of me feet and settle into my little nest. This is replacing my husband who has warm feet and legs. I usually get in the bed with my cold feet and stick them on his calves to warm them up. He flinches but allows it, feeling badly for my cold feet and characteristically pleased with the affection. Can you call that affection? Anyway, I miss my human hot water bottle but am figuring things out.

At work, thinking more frequently about going back to school doing my Masters in Nursing, Adult Nurse Practitioner. I will see how things go. Maybe I will do that when Lee returns. One year, full time.